Micheal Moore is a real hot potato in American and European Politics. He’s the man that gives a voice, not to mention a cherubic, smiling face, to the good side of the American soul. His bucolic, emotional films have earned a special place in the National Conscience, casting that warm light upon family values which makes one feel good about being an American. He fills that void left by such “Golden Years” greats as Norman Rockwell, and Frank Capra.

So it baffles me when I read accounts like this one:

Moore, who attended this week’s Republican National Convention as a columnist for USA Today, was greeted by delegates who derided him as a “fat pig.”

Perhaps they read the book by David Hardy and Jason Clarke, “Michael Moore is a Big Fat Stupid White Man.” Or they came across the suggested slogan for the Web site moorewatch.com “Michael Moore: Putting the vast in vast left-wing conspiracy.”
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The reporter describes the allusions to Moore’s husky figure as “...the last acceptable slur in the American arsenal of insults”, but I’m sorry: I’m a proud American, and I do not consider this insult acceptable in the least.

I understand how it is when mean-spirited thugs make fun of your body. I understand what Mr. Moore is going through. I, too, have been on the receiving end of personal insults. When I was a teenager, unsure of myself, my body, my own self-worth, the other children would gather in circles and ridicule my enormous, perfectly-shaped penis.

Astonished, giggling 18-year-old girls can be cruel, and creative. Rube McKneehanger they’d call me; Hung-Lo-Rube’s Drive-in Noodle Bar; Sir Packs-a-lot; you name it. But through it all, I remained firm, and stood proudly. I salute you Michael Moore, for overcoming such small-minded hatred. I commend you, for sticking it out; as did I all those years ago, oh so many, many times; it takes a tough man to stick to his guns, and endure the insults and derision for almost an entire half a night, while getting paid for an entire week.

Go eat a donut, you whiny-ass tub of goo.

Update:
Did I read that correctly? There’s a National Association to Advance Fat Acceptance? What the fuck? Google....